Almost as soon as Shi Wangyue finished washing up, took ingredients from the fridge, and went to the small kitchen to cook, Ning Youguang got out of bed.
Half an hour later.
Changed into her home clothes, she sat in the living room, looking at the steaming bowl in front of her, with ham and eggs, glistening with oil, she asked softly, "Why are you always so diligent every time you come to my house?"
Shi Wangyue sighed tenderly:
"Because I have ulterior motives—"
"So I have to work more at your place."
"I hope to leave you with a better impression."
Ning Youguang looked up at him, her clear eyes warm and bright, "Even if you do nothing at my house, you are still the best."
Shi Wangyue didn't expect her to answer like this, and was momentarily at a loss for words. After a while...
He stood up, squatted beside Ning Youguang's feet, cupped her face, gently stroking her cheek with his fingers, and whispered, "I will be even better in the future."
